I’m on the brink of some great event.
Something large and heavy is hurtling toward me.
I can feel the rumbling in the ground.
Hear the thunder.
Feel the shift in the air.
The unsteady winds whipping.
I’m about to fall off the edge.
Backwards.
Falling to disaster.
A new beginning?
Let me see…let me see.
The early morning mists
taunts your imagination and memories.
Stare into the grey distance
with intense fascination and silence
Vague shapes and shadows
ghosts from a past
meaningful whispers
words that didn’t last.
*
Where were you
when I was cold and clammy
Where were you
when I didn’t have any
or anyone?
*
Fears stride high
and play in my mind
for fun
I reach out in hope
there’s no-one I find
but you.
With a touch you can heal
vanquish my fears
With your words you console
I can hold back my tears.
Black sleek
silver flashes
Lightning in the night
Shiver-shining across scales
of the Black Beast
Claws of yellow bone
hard and scarred
Knuckles
powerful hinges
Fingers
scaled and slender
Tendons of wire
*
Face filled with hellfire
washed with blood
and flamed flesh
Eyes yellow
hot
Black slit
Tongue
forked and fang flanked
Evil intent on its solitary mind
Deep within its burning brain
In it’s ribs seeth and stoke
the demons
Big bat cloak for its cloak
and for its flight
It’s tail for the fight
The Evil Fantastic.
There in the Black Dragon hunting ground.
The cave seems deeper than nightmares.
A choking roar comes forth.
Cold sweat trickles as he approaches.
At the mouth of the cave
he lights the torch.
The stalegmites and stalegtites
look like great teeth.
The flame of the torch licks
the roof of the cave.
Clouds of steam float by.
Swirling as if alive.
The cave widens.
There is the dragon asleep.
It looks helpless, innocent.
One eye opens.
A cat eye, greater in malice.
The warrior draws his sword.
Took too long.
Night after night I fight this obsession
With a slow entwining death
that squeezes my chest.
Little by little stealing away
choking.
My air possession.
Dawn after dawn I indulge again.
Add a spark to the flame
that burns my core
numbs my senses.
Sinks it’s tar-black talons
into the flesh of my brain.
Day after day I hasten the final call
tease closer the reaper,
Beckon like a beacon
to the pall.
From dusk to dusk I wish to break
the coil.
That a moth spirals toward a flame.
The constriction of habit
of breathing away
my endless toil.
,,,
3/6l98 – on smoking.
I hurt
therefore I am
therefore I die.
*
And all the voices all around me
were the voices in my mind.
And all the voices in my mind
rose like smoke from the ground.
Made me weep
turned me blind.
*
And in the stillness of my coma
was the wreck of a broken heart
And in the silence of my eyes
was a sole torn appart
I see love…it swiftly dies.
*
Perhaps I’m too naive
I was always innocent.
Love was always loved.
Hate was just resentment.
Perhaps I’m too naive
I was always innocent.
I learned to hate
through other’s contempt.
I lost my innocence
when I learnt what it meant.
*
I hurt
therefore I am
therefore I die.
*
I always believed that if I loved someone, I’d be able to freely express my feelings.
People hate and fear what they cannot understand, cannot comprehend.
They call it a monster.
I am a monster but take comfort…I’m still loved.